The Little Prince in the Ossuary

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#Seventh California, Camp Roberts (1)

When the defense of the camp was over, the battalion commander convened the key executives.

However, there was an exception. In a place full of officials ranked as captains or higher, Gyeo-ul simply stood out. No one could ignore that he was a junior, and some of them felt a little uncomfortable.

The battalion commander looked pale. He looked like he was suffering from a hangover, and the smell of alcohol lingered around him. Perhaps he had drunk a little more than usual to celebrate Christmas. He pressed his fingers against his temple and said, “Report.”

The executives glanced at each other. It was obvious why he’d gathered the people in charge while the situation was under control, but even Gyeo-ul didn’t know what he meant by “report.” Things were still urgent outside.

In this case, the highest rank had to take charge. Captain Markert, commander of Able company, hesitated at first but still forced himself to ask, “Commander, what do you want me to report?”

“Everything!” The battalion commander burst into a rage. “The chief of operations knows nothing! What the hell is going on? If you’re on duty, you should at least know how the battle broke out! Almost an hour after the outbreak of hostilities, I can’t believe he’s managed to regain the command! How can this happen?!”

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